Category: Poetry in Motion Monday

Hi friends! Happy Monday—and happy solar eclipse! I hope you’re able to enjoy it (and safely). I wanted to specifically share two poems that are about the experience of the solar eclipse, but from markedly different perspectives. A SOLAR ECLIPSE In that great journey of the stars through space About the mighty,…

Happy late Monday, all! I hope you had a nice start to your week. Earlier today, over on our Like Page and in our Free Online Community, WRB made two announcements: Write around the Bend will now offer 1:1 consultations for creative writing applications to writing contests and fellowships, priced for writers-in-need, and WRB’s…

Happy Monday, everyone! I hope you all had a nice weekend, and enjoyed the weather where you were. And Happy (late) Mother’s Day to those of you who celebrated! I believe that sometimes we need a moment, a person, or an object to speak to us, or to reach out to us, in a…

Happy Monday, friends! I hope you had a wonderful, hopefully beautiful weekend. But however good it was, we need good poetry, and powerhouse fiction, and helpful prompts. Starting off our new week is the lovely Louise Mathias, and her daffodil light. LARREA Moved the jackrabbit from the road, laid her under a…

Hi everyone! Happy (late) Monday! I know it’s been a really long time since we did this… I’m currently working on a piece called “The Rock I’ve Been Living Under” for my author site to discuss some of the reason I’ve been so MIA the last few months… but just the same, I wish…

IO REMEMBERS There is no sound at all on this wild upland. The horses have stopped falling in their great arc through the air. The panic that carried their necks over the crag became, early on, in their legs, regret. The dark knowing that spoils the morning enters them now, showing them how, like…

“HOPE” IS THE THING WITH FEATHERS “Hope” is the thing with feathers— That perches in the soul— And sings the tune without the words— And never stops—at all— And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard— And sore must be the storm— That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm— I’ve heard it…

Hello all! This week, the wonderful David Dodd Lee will be reading from a variety of his nine collections (view the event here), and in my excitement, I have decided to share three poems instead of one. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do. All Best! VANISHING POINT Beautiful scallops of painted…

ABANDONED HOUSE IN LATE LIGHT A sparrow lights among the open cones high in the white pine. Then slips, a leaf travelling the green ladders down to the spiced humus which feeds on all things missing, all things lost. The cloven prints of deer, a squirrel’s immaculate spine, and somewhere between the wind and the…

For all of our wonderful friends, and all the people of Kalamazoo, we love you. THE GUN JOKE It’s funny, she says, how many people are shocked by this shooting and the next and next and the next. She doesn’t mean funny as in funny, but funny as in blood soup tastes funny when you…